I would have been at work sooner yesterday,
but I got stuck in traffic.
First, I was behind a slow poke.
Then, the slow poke got stuck behind a full garbage truck.
Then the garbage truck got stuck behind tractor that was mowing the verge.
It was like the PA Department of Slapstick was engineering my commute.

It would be a bit self-centered of me to imagine
I was the star of that particular routine, however.
Behind me for this whole shebang was
the person I cut off earlier at a tricky merge point.
I'd hate to have been that Chaplinesque figure.
Maybe her hat was to blame.